Game of the World Tree - Chapter 537

537. Chapter 535 Don’t mess with Thranduil

Hearing what Taylor said, the primal elf Thranduil put down the quill in his hand and raised his head slightly.

He smiled slightly:

“Thank you for your hard work.”

His voice was mellow and pleasant, and his smile was as bright as spring.

That handsome face that was unfair, coupled with such a sunny smile, even though Taylor was sure that there was absolutely no problem with his destination, he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat faster…

and the last time he felt this way was when he first saw the statue of the goddess.

Damn, is this the horror of the primal royal family?

Taylor couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

“How is it, how many believers in the demiplane can participate now?”

Thranduil asked gently.

Taylor’s expression became serious.

He cleared his throat, averted his eyes, took out a small book from his bosom, and read:

“Lord Thranduil, as of today, the demiplane has called on a total of nearly 130,000 life believers to participate in the ceremony, of which about 20,000 have reached a devout level of faith.”

“Among the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 have passed the test of Her Majesty the Goddess, and their blood has been initially purified to become half-elves; 106 have passed the second test and become true elves.”

“Of all the believers, nearly half are concentrated in the city of Segos, and the rest are distributed in the surrounding cities and towns.”

“At present, the number of believers is still increasing rapidly, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Although it has weakened in recent days due to the departure of the Chosen Ones, it is still rapid. There are more than 500 people registering every day…”

“The first batch of tribesmen who passed the test of Her Majesty the Goddess have already carried out in-depth teaching for potential believers under the guidance of mentors, and the subsequent blood purification will be smoother.”

“Within a month, the number of believers who pass the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, and the number of believers who pass the second test is expected to exceed 500…”

“However, the increase in new devout believers has reached a bottleneck, and it may take more time.”

The missionary work in the demiplane is still going smoothly, especially after the priest team has grown stronger.

Unfortunately, due to the thousand years of isolation and the corruption of the Creation Church, the residents of the Oros demiplane do not have the same obsession with faith as the Segos world.

The conversion of faith here is not as fast as in the main plane. Even if millions of residents have become non-believers, it is rare for them to accept faith instantly. Most people will only become believers after a certain amount of preaching, and it is even more difficult to become a devout believer.

Of course, the benefits are also obvious.

Sooner or later, the faith of these millions of people will belong to Eve.

After hearing Taylor’s answer, Thranduil nodded with satisfaction:

“Very good, the progress is much faster than I thought.”

He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the Chosen One on the desk, took a sip, and asked:

“How is the work on the altar?”

Taylor replied respectfully:

“All the altars have been built and checked twice, and now they are being checked for the third time. In addition, the statue of Her Majesty the Goddess has also been placed and blessed with prayers.”

“Not bad! You are worthy of being the first half-plane member to purify your bloodline, Taylor, you did a great job! This number has exceeded the church’s expectations.”

Thranduil praised.

Taylor smiled shyly, then drew a life scepter symbol on his chest with a pious look:

“Everything… is for Her Majesty the Goddess!”

Then, he asked:

“Lord Thranduil, what should we do next?”

Thranduil pondered for a moment and said:

“Wait for the oracle of Her Majesty the Goddess, and continue to promote the faith of the Goddess, so that more companions can join us.”

“Haha, don’t be anxious about preaching, it’s like a snowball. If we do well in the early stage, the subsequent work will go more and more smoothly.”

“Next, let’s report the situation here to Lord Zero.”

“Tell Lord Zero? Do I need to run a trip?”

Taylor asked.

Thranduil shook his head:

“No.”

He turned around, patted the little elf girl beside him, and whispered:

“Go and call the Chosen One outside.”

The little elf girl nodded, and then ran out of the side hall.

Soon, Taylor saw a group of Chosen with green eyes rushing in…

“Lord Thranduil, do you have a mission to do?”

“What do you need? I’m very efficient!”

“Lord Thranduil, you’re so handsome! Give me a mission! Anything is fine! I’m not picky!”

They chattered and soon surrounded Thranduil’s desk.

What’s more, some of them even started to make moves…

Taylor: …

Hey, hey, hey!

That female Chosen, you’re almost leaning on Lord Thranduil!

And that female warrior, what are you doing with your hands? !

He twitched his mouth and couldn’t bear to look.

The Chosen are good in everything.

It’s just that after getting along with them for a long time and knowing their true colors, their image collapsed more severely.

These guys were serious when they preached, and each of them seemed to be shrouded in the aura of a saint.

Of course, it was not until later that Taylor found out that it was the light effect of the Chosen Ones…

and when it comes to missions, their image will instantly change, and they will all become bootlickers…

Not only that, each of the Chosen Ones is completely obsessed with looks.

Well… face control.

Taylor heard them say this word themselves.

He agrees with this very much.

The only person in the entire Elven Forest who can make a female Chosen One so crazy is probably Thranduil…

But Thranduil seems to be accustomed to the attitude of the Chosen Ones.

He calmly dodged the players’ eager hands and smiled slightly.

Then, he said to one of the female players:

“Ms. Momozi, right? I have a mission, can I entrust it to you?”

Seeing Thranduil’s gaze, the female Chosen One was startled, and then ecstatic:

“Of course… I am willing!”

The other Chosen Ones looked disappointed, and cast envious and jealous eyes at the player with the ID Momozi.

Thranduil nodded and said gently:

“Then please use your Chosen One’s contact information to pass this information to Lord Zero.”

After speaking, he gestured to Taylor.

Taylor was stunned at first, but soon realized and handed the documents he had just sorted out to the female Chosen One.

The player Momozi looked happy, saluted Thranduil, and then left surrounded by other players.

From afar, her excited voice could be heard:

“Did you hear that just now! My husband actually knows my name! Ahhhh! He knows my name!”

And… the complaints from other Chosen Ones:

“He’s obviously everyone’s husband!”

“I know… I know… I know the Emperor has picked you…”

Taylor: …

Of course, there was also envy and curiosity:

“That’s great…”

“Do you have a high favorability rating?”

“What’s written on the document? Open it and have a look! Is there a hidden plot?”

Taylor: …

After all the Chosen Ones left, Thranduil looked at the two little elves beside him and said gently:

“Did you see that? When there is something to do, give it to the Chosen Ones, especially something like sending a letter.”

“The Chosen Ones have the ability to communicate remotely. Telling them about sending a letter can achieve the effect of ‘getting twice the result with half the effort’.”

“Well, ‘get twice the result with half the effort’, this is an old saying from the hometown of the Chosen Ones, which roughly means using only half the effort to get twice the effect, using less effort but getting greater results.”

Listening to Thranduil’s words, the two elf little girls nodded continuously, their expressions serious and admiring.

And Taylor was also very moved:

As expected of a royal elf!

When considering issues and educating the younger generation, they are so profound and knowledgeable!

But soon, he heard Thranduil continue:

“Not only this wonderful ability to transmit information, they also have many other unique abilities. As long as we are good at using them, we can use them.”

“For example, their immortality… We can completely let them do some tasks with a higher mortality rate during the battle.”

“When we are in danger, we should not have psychological barriers. As long as there are chosen ones nearby, we can sell them boldly. After all, they can be resurrected after death.”

“Of course, the process should be tactful, and we should express our concern for them appropriately. Sometimes we can also use provocation…”

Taylor:…

Why… I feel like something is wrong?

He looked at Thranduil, opened his mouth, and didn’t know what to say.

Thranduil’s teaching continued:

“In addition… try to remember their names. They take pride in having their names remembered by us. By using this skillfully, you can even let them do very complicated tasks at a very small cost.”

Taylor:…

“Also, although I have emphasized this to you many times before, I will reiterate it this time, that is, to use the gender of the Chosen One skillfully.”

“Female Chosen Ones always have a good impression of male elves, especially handsome male elves, and vice versa. By using this well, you can save a lot of contribution points during the mission, and sometimes you can even get them for free…”

“You two are still young and cute in appearance. Many Chosen Ones lack resistance to cute things, and some male Chosen Ones like images like you the most. This is your advantage.”

“You can use this to shape your own personality, and use it to make the Chosen Ones your helpers.”

“If you do well, you can even gain a large number of loyal followers who are willing to die for a smile from you or a word of ‘big brother, big sister’.”

“Of course, gender is not absolute. It depends on the specific situation.”

Taylor: …

He watched Thranduil smilingly explaining the various techniques of commanding the Chosen One to the two young elves, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and couldn’t help shuddering.

The original royal elves… So scary!

Lord Thranduil usually looks smiling and easy-going, but I didn’t expect that there is such a side to him…

Is this the real him?

In the future, you must not offend him…

Otherwise, you really won’t know how unlucky you are.

…

“Did Thranduil ask you to pass on the message?”

Looking at the player in front of her with a flattering face, Eve’s expression was slightly strange.

That guy… is getting better and better at taking advantage of the player.

Shaking her head, Eve opened the file that the player copied by taking a photo.

She just glanced at it and understood the general idea.

“So it’s about the preparations for the positioning ceremony.”

She murmured.

As the true god behind, no one knows her believers better than Eve.

She knew everything about what Thranduil passed on, even more specifically than what was described here.

Of course, knowing is knowing, since now he is appearing in the guise of Zero, the God’s Blessed One, he still has to do what he should do.

With this thought in mind, Eve looked at the player who delivered the letter.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

She nodded to him and gave him 3,000 contribution points.

The player who delivered the letter looked happy, then thanked him and left.

Eve, on the other hand, fell into deep thought.

She looked at her status bar:

[Name: Eve Yggdrasil]

[Race: World Tree (Ancient God)]

[Level: 150 (Myth)]

[Status: Weak Divine Power]

[Clergy: Nature, Life, Elves]

[Title: Goddess of Life, Mother of Nature, Lord of Elves]

[Divine Power: 8721/10000]

[Number of Believers: 135180 (1 Saint, 128 Fanatics, 25414 Devout Believers, 109642 Shallow Believers)]

[Types of Believers: Crypt Spider Queen (1), Dragon (1), Oak Guard (105), Elves (2467), Half-Elves (1453), Elf-Hybrid Humans (130924), Humans (214), Orcs (15)]

[Abilities: Draw, Communicate, Grant, Enlighten, Heal, Summon, God’s Descent, Divine Domain…]

[True Divine Artifacts: Scepter of Life, Heart of Withering (Incomplete)]

…

After so many days, her divine power value has not changed much.

Although there are more believers and more feedback from players in battle, the war is also very consuming.

However, Eve believes that compared to herself, Uller must be in a worse situation, and he is afraid that his divine power will be lost.

The most gratifying thing is the number of believers. Although the number of devout believers is a little short, the total number has reached the standard for positioning the kingdom of God.

Combined with some of Eve’s speculations, this number and quality of believers should be almost enough.

“Wait a little longer, now is not the best time. Wait until Uller’s myth appears, then it will be the best time…”

She murmured.

“It should be soon. When the orcs judge that they cannot defeat the players through the army, they will definitely choose to send out the myth, and that time will be the moment of the real decisive battle.”

The battle of faith is essentially a battle between true gods.

And this time, the power of myth is destined to end.

When the myth participates in the war, the real decisive battle is no longer a secular battle, but a confrontation between myths.

Having made a decision in her heart, Eve looked at her information again.

Looking at the last believer type, her eyes were slightly strange.

She had more than a dozen orc followers.

They were orc slaves who were kidnapped by players and taken to Rivendell to work as miners.

I don’t know how the players brainwashed them, but they succeeded in fooling a few of the thousands of orc miners…

Of course, they are all shallow believers.

Moreover, the quality of faith provided by the Orc believers is not high, just slightly better than the average of humans.

Shaking her head, Eve looked at the battlefield.

The battle in the Death Desert is still going on.

But she did not participate in the battle, but stood on a high platform on the earth wall to watch.

The battle has become scorching and turned into a tug-of-war, which is extremely tragic.

The Orc army has approached the city wall. Many sections of the city wall have been built with siege towers. Melee has occurred in various parts of the earth wall. The originally yellow-brown city wall has been dyed dark red by the blood of the Orcs and players.

However, with the blessing of the divine defense barrier and the home advantage, the Orcs could not break through the earth wall at all, but stalemate with the players.

Both sides suffered damage, but as the siege party, the Orcs without mages suffered more.

Faintly, they have already declined.

“Morale has dropped, and it’s getting dark. They can’t fight for much longer.”

“It all depends on when they retreat and when they send out the myths.”

Eve said to herself, looking at the orcs’ army.

Not long after, a deep horn sound came from the rear of the orcs…

The orcs retreated.

They left behind a lot of equipment.

The supplement is for the chapters that were less than 4,000 words before, so of course it’s short, hahaha…

In addition, I’m asking for the guaranteed monthly ticket for next month_(:з」∠)_

Now the book list is useless, and the newbies can only count on the monthly ticket list to add new collections. QAQ

(End of this chapter)